by Richard Vince
The twilit sky is made of moments,
Each more beautiful than the last.
Finding little things to make me happy,
Finding wonder in the everyday, is easy
Under an October sunset.
My words may seem trivial,
My subjects small, but they are
The glue that keeps me together,
That prevents my shattered pieces
From falling apart, that keep
My soul burning in this battered heart.
When I write about nothing, I write
About everything that is me,
About all that it means to
Live this life, to feel this world
And its people in every moment
That I live, to be in the world
And part of the world, to be wave
And particle, to be heavy and
Weightless, to be real and imagined.
And in the space between those
Polar opposites, in the gap in reality
Opened by contradiction, there is poetry:
All that we sense but cannot see,
All that we believe but cannot know,
All that we feel but cannot describe,
Wrought into revelation.
Just one small human I may be,
But I am a part of the great life
Of this world, the sum of
All the hearts that have ever loved,
All the souls that have ever felt,
All the spirits that have ever soared
In the beauty of an October sky.
Posted on 10/29/2017
Copyright © 2018 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/06/17 at 01:12 AM|
Really love that 3rd stanza and the expansive nature of this as you develop it. You really end this on a high note.
|Posted by Brian Francis on 11/09/17 at 11:52 AM|
Feeling a bit existential are ya? I love the way you find yourself in this piece. A part of it all. You are poetry therefore your are. Love it. --bf
|Posted by George Hoerner on 11/12/17 at 10:10 PM|
We all have our own glue Richard and I know of little better than poetry. Have notice how the letters of that word are all on the same 'line' of a keyboard? Makes it easier for those of us who can't spell, ha ha. Take care sir!
|Posted by April Stale on 12/01/17 at 11:53 PM|
Really love the ending.